NOTES TO GOD You guide the Pencil from My teeth As I write Words – Touching You. You spin Me dizzy Never lost But always Present. You are so Close to me And micromanage My happy soul With alluring Fumigation, Exorcism And rehabilitation That is never harsh But peace-loving. As I seek You With words…
My God! Is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to Thy feet– The Hour of Prayer? Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be And thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee! How Can God Answer…
For unbelievers, you cannot break away from the hold of Satan if you do not accept the Salvation that is in Jesus Christ.
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Today, I am taking another different approach and expand the theory of literary presentation regarding our Sunday spiritual message into another dimension. I pray the message gets across with the intended lessons to be learned and are clearly accomplished. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Tragic Loss Could Be Avoided—Be Faithful: Why Jeopardize One’s Life? This narration involves a…
Title: Healing Through Poetry Author: Mary Ann Duhart, USA Publisher: Publish America Year: 2008 Pages: 64 ISBN: 1606727702 Reviewer: Joseph. S. Spence, Sr. Mary Duhart is the author of twelve religious’ books of poetry, and resides in California. This poetry book by her entitled, “Healing Through Poetry,” is spiritually fulfilling for all to read. Her…
December 25, 2018 *Phone rings…* ”Hello Mum…Yes…I will definitely do it ma…Oh! That’s awesome!…Okay, I won’t forget….Haba Mum! I will, this is just 25th; it will definitely be sent on or before January 1st…Okay, Bye ma!” December 27, 2018 *Phone rings…* ”Hey Big boy…I am fine. You?…I didn’t forget. I will sure do it… Of…
God Doesn’t Make Sense God doesn’t make sense Who is he that honors is words than his name Yet, his words a spell to cast Earlier chants of prayer, his name beareth the master’s key Like your soul and feet that is seeking an holy discovery to dwell All in that name.…
Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles in all stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle,…
Who is like God? I used to believe all of Father’s words. I used to believe that God is good all the time and… the inverse. That church is the house of that God, and that He makes things work for those who go there good. I used to believe that Aunty Tọ́pé is…
